Sarah shouts from the patio that Dave should talk about it with her instead of the rest of the group. "What's there to talk about?" Dave calls back. "I'll talk to you if you come over here. I'm not going to talk across the house." Dave goes out reluctantly. First, they argue about whether there's an argument. They argue that there's no argument except for the argument the other one started, so they shouldn't go around accusing the other one of being argumentative. Yeah. Then Sarah says: "I offered to go play the switching-clothes game." Dave: "Fine! But I wanted everybody to be into it!" I think maybe at this point it occurs to them both how completely fucking stupid this sounds, so they take a different tack. They play Guy Who Keeps Trying to Raise His Voice To Make A Point vs. Girl Who Keeps Passive-Aggressively Telling Him To Calm Down. This gets them nowhere and Dave wants to drop it, and Sarah insists that there's nothing to drop, and suddenly they've agreed all along, and everything is just fucking peachy, and no problem, and Sarah's so cool about it all that she'll just shuffle off to cry. LT: "Man, I know why they brought her here now. She's got the suitcase of tears."
Dave goes back in the house. "What happened?" someone asks. "I didn't --" Dave shrugs. Sarah is walking off toward the beach by herself. "Did you make her cry?" Summer asks. "Yeah, I uh " Dave shakes his head. "You know what, you guys? Go ahead. Gossip up." He stomps off somewhere. Sarah slams the back gate. She sits on the sand and cries. Dan comes out wearing this really weird newsboy hat. Sarah's like, "Leave me alone," but Dan sits down. "Do not let that kid get to you," he says, and tries to offer up some insightful blah blah about Dave. "I don't want to hear it!" Sarah sobs. "Right now, I'm pissed about being here. I'm pissed about not knowing what my [bleeped expletive] role is I didnt know these [bleeped expletive] in high school; why the [bleeped expletive] am I here?" JS: "Uh, for the tears, okay? Um, good job, I guess." She says it pisses her off that someone like stupid-ass Dave would piss her off. She's pissed because she's sitting out on the beach crying. She's just in an infinite regress of pissiness, isn't she? "I'm just the [bleeped expletive] low-life ass who just walked in." Dan says that's not true, and then finally he sort of gives up and leaves her alone sitting with her legs at an unfortunate angle in relation to the camera.